WiW: Books books books!

[Chris Wooding]

With a new bookcase at his Haven, money in his pocket, and the will to socialize with somebody, Chris has made his way to the Written in Water bookstore. Most nights consisted of being home, at the Crone Temple or feeding somewhere, but the Mekhet can't be doing that forever.

Now he is not the kind of person to dance all night, not anymore. Apparently, dying has its consequences. That's also because all other Kindred who would want to dance, probably do it at one of the Elysia. Even though Chris had been trying to talk with official kindred some more instead of avoiding them, he is not always comfortable around Elysia.

Where the Vala is comfortable, is in a bookstore. The bigger the better, the more books the merrier. Dressed in a simple black blouse, Chris leans against a wall with a book in his hand. Yes, one of the few pieces of wall not covered with a books, he had found it.

Right now, he is mostly focused on The Omen Machine, but his eyes also look at the other customers now and then, forever cautious.

[Chris Wooding]

For as far as Chris thought he also had a good view of the other customers, he gets pulled out of his book when another Beast enters the bookstore. And not just 'a' Beast, it is the Seneschal! He instantly wonders if she has a fascination for fantasy as well, just like her guard. He comes dressed as Aragorn to Court, and they both visit the Asylum.

'Good evening.' With a bit of a handsome smile the young Vala approaches Ariana. He nods his head as a greeting, it comes closest to a bow. 'Are you looking for anything particular?' he asks with sincere interest. Only short he gazes at all corners of the shop, organized by genre.

Only short, because he then turns his head towards a beautiful woman, aggressively because their Beasts equal each other and yet feel the urge to fight for the rightful strongest. He follows her with his eyes... and then clears his throat to return his attention to Ariana. 'Apologies.'

[Chris Wooding]

As soon as his beast relaxes Chris soon feels comfortable again, the Seneschal is such a fine lady. 'Oh really? Are you looking for information in general, or specific subcultures? I might be helpful with some cults.' Again he looks at the books around him as he says, 'I actually do a lot of private research. Do you have access to the University Library? It probably has a lot more books on such specific subjects.'

He holds the book up when the Lordess mentions it. 'I know I know! It is on of the few series that earned small spotlights in my bookcase.' Chris laughs, almost proud. 'I'm just trying to find out whether this book is just a way to get more money out of his previous success, or a qualitative sequel worthy of my attention.' With a grin on his face he looks at the Daeva. He's happy that the Seneschal knows her already, so she doesn't require immediate attention.

Of course, he's open for more socialization so might she look their way he invites her over. When he thinks of something he turns back to Ariana. 'I assume you're familiar with LARP, when speaking of subcultures... now I also remember the Asylum.' Smirk.

[James Calloway]

James Calloway enters Written in Water, his most recent adventure to acquire a book on music having been completed and the book having been pored through in detail. It was time to look for something a little older, a classic technique that would help to improve his vocals to the newest level. He wasn't sore about having lost tenancy to Dillon Connery; no, in fact, he had done his best to help him. But James Calloway wished to become so proficient that singing would come by rote; muscle memory in his throat and diaphragm, projection perfect, never flawed, without wasted air and with fantastic breath support. This was his goal, and he would achieve it. He was not embarassed by his performance at Court, but he had to admit, he was so much better than average, especially with all the practice and performances he had done.

As he entered, there was no subtlety to his Beast. There never was. A rhinoceros snapping and spearing at its cage, kicking with its huge legs to escape, to be free, to kill -- no! The Carthian felt others, one slightly familiar, one he had met barely in passing -- and strolled into the bookstore, a smile on his face. Moving through it, he cought a glimpse of Ariana and Chris from afar, and gave them a friendly wave. It was a very human movement for a very human location, and the Blush of Life helped him blend in further.

[James Calloway]

James closed as Ariana spoke and indeed heard her words. Waiting for a good moment to join them, he smiled at the others, offering each a handshake in turn, Beast thundering away as it did. It finally settled down, its roar no longer clouding his ears. "Ms. Donovan, Mr. Wooding, I hope you both are having an excellent night so far -- and Ms..." He thought for a moment, then said, "Alexandrovich?" Goofy smile. He remembered her from her first moments in Avalon. "I'm James Calloway. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Would you mind if I joined you this evening?" He looked to each of the three as he asked; it was a question for the group.